Saturday, August 20, 2016

Saturday Verse: "My Doubt" - Jane Hirshfield

I eat doubting,work doubting,go out to a dubious cafe with skeptical friends.

I go to sleep doubting myself,as a herd of goatssleep in a suddenly gone-quiet truck.

I dream you, doubt,nightly–for what is the meaning of dreamingif not that all we are while inside itis transient, amorphous, in question?

Left hand and right hand,doubt, you are in me,throwing a basketball, guiding my knife and my fork.Left knee and right knee,we run for a bus,for a meeting that surely will end before we arrive.

I would liketo grow conent in you, doubt,as a double-hung windowsettles obedient into its hidden pulleys and ropes.

I doubt I can do so:your own counterweight governs my nights and my days.

As the knob of hung lead holds steadythe open mouth of a window,you hold me,my kneeling before you resistant, stubborn,offering these furious praisesI can't help but doubt you will ever be able to hear.